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| nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME --Wurdz by Otep Shamaya |
| a fit of exhaustion. June 18, 2002 9:51 p.m. Related Reading So in a fit of exaustion (therefore I was not thinking clearly) this afternoon......I almost convinced myself to call him. (who? you know who). My rationalization was that he could have either 2 reactions. 1. He would be happy to hear from me. 2. He could be incredibly upset, point out how pathetic I am, tell me he never thought much of me, and wishes I would just go away, leave him alone, and forget I ever met him. Now then, in the event of choice 1...I'd be happy and not wonder about him and agonise of the idea of calling him. On the other hand, choice 2...having him say something like that could snap me out of this....I mean He has really been nothing but nice to me,..and had he been mean I would have been hurt....but atleast I'd have an answer, and then I could deal better. ~sigh~ I dunno. maybe he'll be back in school next semester. |
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